Ugh, I really am a mediocre knitter. 3 starts later and this is as far as I have gotten! Plus, it's 108 degrees outside today and I am making a shawl? Insanity.
As a child I would travel--by myself--to my grandmother's once a year for two weeks vacation. My grandfather (Pops) would drive me around in his VW, and I would swim every day. I remember the hum of muzz's sewing machine--she made beautiful dolls, crocheted little squares, pieced quilts, sewed doll clothes. She would cook me oddities like Welsh Rarebit or Creamed Toast for dinner and we always had a little bit of chocolate for dessert. Muzz inspired me to again pick up my crochet needle a few years ago, and the crafting hasn't stopped.
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